I cultivate a deity in Tokyo

After struggling for a while, Kokonoe Reina struggled to sit up and pinched her face hard as if in reproach.

Yuri-chan is still in danger, how could I do this?

but

Reina Shiraki, that's a pretty nice name, isn't it?

It's 11 p.m.

A figure stood against the dim lights on both sides of the road, stopping in front of the stone gate of Qing Shi Park.

The shadow fell, obscuring half of his handsome face.

It was Shiraki Jun who had come by subway.

A few blocks away, the city was still bustling.

But the square in front of Qing Shi Park was deserted, and an unknown wind blew the withered leaves on the ground.

Shiraki Shun stood alone in front of the park's guide map, carefully perusing it under the streetlights.

At night, Qing Shi Park was originally a gathering place for homeless people in the neighborhood, and the various lounge chairs and pavilions in the park were places for them to rest at night.

However, in recent weeks, the number of homeless people spending the night in Bluestone Park has decreased significantly.

Many people are saying that this is related to the white ghostly figure that appeared in Qing Shi Park.

Some people are even whispering that the Tokyo police recently secretly sealed off Aoshi Park, and they don't know what kind of operation was carried out.

Shiraki Shun took out his phone and searched for the history of Qing Shi Park.

According to scholars, the Qing Shi Park was once the residence of a famous man, used specifically for his family to live in.

Unfortunately, the daimyo's luck was bad, and the situation deteriorated every day, with one defeat after another, and the enemy was at the gates of the city.

Before his final campaign, this lord suddenly held a family banquet, a grand feast for all.

Singing and dancing filled the air, and both hosts and guests enjoyed themselves immensely.

Before the banquet ended, one of his favorite concubines offered him a toast.

He did not raise his glass.

Instead, he drew his waist knife.

Overnight, the entire mansion was soaked in blood.

At daybreak, he ordered his men to pile up their heads as a sacrifice to the heavens before the battle.

The corpses were thrown to the bottom of the mountain so that they could not rest in peace or enter the cycle of reincarnation, and would always protect their army so that it would be invincible.

The record doesn't explain the fate of that daimyo, and ends abruptly.

Seeing this, Shiramu Jun felt a little reluctant, as if he could see that bloody and frenzied night.

I sighed softly, feeling sorry for those who died needlessly.

Superstition is truly terrifying.

Despite my reluctance, I figured the spirits here were probably vengeful ghosts, so I should quickly exorcise them and send them to settle accounts with that scoundrel general.

Putting away his phone, Shiraki Shun decided to first go to the place rumored to be where the daimyo had dumped the body, a place called Waterfall Hill on the tourist map.

Supernatural entities harboring deep-seated resentment are often not far from the remains of the deceased.

If we were to pinpoint the most likely place where Takanashi and the others would encounter supernatural phenomena, it would undoubtedly be the area around Waterfall Hill.

According to information provided by Rena Kokonoe, of the seven people who went on the blind date, besides Yuri Takanashi, two others are also missing.

A full day has passed since they disappeared. If they really encountered something supernatural, the chances of survival are slim.

Unless one wears a talisman blessed by a high-ranking monk or a religious item obtained from a shrine, there is only a slight chance of escaping this calamity.

Thinking of this, Bai Mujun became a little worried and suddenly quickened his pace.

If the person is safe and sound, that would be the best outcome.

But if anything unexpected happens...

Shiramu Shun's face darkened, his fingers clenched into a fist, making a cracking sound.

Go in peace.

This priest will avenge you.

Chapter Nine: The moonlight is lovely tonight.

Waterfall Hill is located in the center of Qing Shi Park, with an elevation of less than 200 meters.

At this moment, Shiramu Jun stood on a forest path at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the mountain that was silent in the night.

The phone screen showed that the name "Puqiu" (Waterfall Hill) came from a scholar who praised the area, saying, "The mountain's shape is like a waterfall, and the lush forest is like a sea."

It sounds rather poetic.

But in Shiraki Jun's eyes, this place was far from simple.

At first glance, it is indeed an ordinary hill.

However, if one uses magic power in their eyes, they can see the true face of this hill.

Under the cover of night, countless bloodstains and claw marks were visible on the smooth rock face, becoming more dense as you went down, covering every part of the rock face.

It looked like something was struggling to climb up from below.

Still-flowing sewage mixed with mud trickled down, seeping out from the cracks in the rocks and gradually gathering at the foot of the mountain into a gloomy little lake.

It was a scene straight out of hell.

The more Shiramu Shun looked, the more puzzled he became.

It wasn't the terrifying environment that made him uncomfortable; he was puzzled by something else.

Is this kind of place really suitable for building a house?

In terms of feng shui, the mountains here are straight and rugged, carrying evil energy. Building a house on them would offend the evil energy and easily breed evil spirits and ghosts.

From any perspective, it is absolutely unsuitable for long-term residence.

Why did that famous man insist on building his residence here?

Bai Mujun pondered for a moment, then set off towards the eerie little lake.

rustling

There was no wind, but the leaves on both sides of the road began to tremble in unison.

Shiraki Shun turned his head alertly to look behind him.

Behind the tree trunk, a series of white figures had appeared, standing there.

There were many, many figures.

They were all dressed in white kimonos, with deep purple bruises on their faces and arms, and some of their bodies were damaged.

On his neck, there was a gruesome wound extending downwards, as if he had been severed by a sharp weapon.

With their appearance, the forest was filled with faint, mournful cries and howls, buzzing in our ears.

Shiraki Shun glanced around.

Earthbound spirit.

It is considered a relatively common type of ghost.

At this moment, the gazes of the earthbound spirits slowly focused on Shiraki Jun, their expressions a mixture of crying and laughing, sending chills down one's spine.

The next moment, they all started moving at the same time.

They jumped, climbed, or crawled, all approaching Shiramu Jun.

As they drew closer, the gloomy atmosphere in the forest grew stronger, and the mental pollution caused by the buzzing became more and more severe, giving them splitting headaches.

Those closest to Shiramu Jun could already see his festering hand.

If an ordinary person saw this scene, they might have fainted from fright.

But Shiraki Shun is no ordinary person.

As a priest, the most important thing is that no matter what kind of supernatural event you encounter, even if you are panicked inside, you must remain calm and composed.

Otherwise, it would be disrespectful to their own gods.

Instead of retreating, Shiraki Shun advanced towards the surging earthbound spirits.

He cleared his throat and began to speak.

"Gentlemen, the moonlight is beautiful tonight."

The bound spirit ignored Shiraki Shun's words, and instead, the wailing around him grew louder and louder.

Shiraki Shun sighed and shook his head.

Since the spoken language is not fluent

Then we'll have to communicate using sign language.

He raised his fist with a smile.

Randomly select a lucky earthbound spirit and deliver a punch.

boom!

As a cloud of dust rose, the wailing abruptly ceased.

All the earthbound spirits stopped in their tracks as if electrocuted, staring blankly at Shiramu Jun.

His blank face was etched with four large characters.

what's the situation?

Seeing that the sign language was working, Shiraki Shun nodded in satisfaction and asked.

"Were there a few girls here last night, around seventeen or eighteen years old?"

"If anyone knows anything about them, they'd better come forward and tell us, otherwise..."

Shiraki Shun paused, then fell silent, simply turning his fist over and over in his hand.